Somewhere, far out in the cosmos, on a world with a star that we've never seen in this life-time, nor ever will, a child was born. This child was only special in so much as every child is special. It was born of a mother and father, grew, lived, and learned just like any other. This child, as is normal, had both It's merits and flaws, It's problems and it's pleasures. This child was normal in all respects, from the perspective of the world in which It was born. Many of the laws and rules of that world were similar to our own, and many of them would be incomprehensible to us, and the child carried them always. Time passed, and with it's passage the child, became an adolescent, and the adolescent became an adult. Once It had learned all that It could, as fast as It could, for as long as It could, it followed the example of those who'd come and gone before It. On their world, it was a common and useful practice for those willing and able, to travel away from home when they felt the time was right. When It's time came, It left home. It did not leave the way you and I would leave home, by packing all of our belongings into a too small vehicle, spreading hugs, kisses, and good byes to our loved ones. It simply gathered It's heart, soul, and will, and moved off from home, into the endless landscapes of the night sky. It traveled to and through what for us, would be a time before time, moving and doing what felt right and natural. But even the strongest willed and most independent souled, if raised in a loving, caring, and positive environment, will become lonely without company. So It ceased it's travels in aimlessness, and sought the company of It's family among and sometimes within the stars. To this end It met many and saw much, but was not satisfied in this way, although no longer did It feel alone. After much thought It set off on It's own, again searching and seeking for what, It knew not. In time It found itself again beyond the lines of reason and the sight of the stars. Again It was alone, dwelling in the emptiness at the edge of time, where galaxies and universes had lived and... died. Without a goal beyond discovery, nor company beyond It's own thoughts and memories, It considered again returning to the always waiting bossom of the family, but did not. It knew that such a journey could and would only be temporary, as it had before. There It waited, hoping and meditating, with the patience of one who stands above and beyond time as we now know it. There, for the first time in It's existence, It felt the grief and sorrow of the lost and alone. It was there, in depths of darkness that can only be found in the abyss of empty space, whilst wanting only the warm embrace of It's mother, that It let forth It's first wail of anguish. And the sound of It's yen, would be enough to rupture hearts and devour minds with sympathy alone. And the song of lament It sang created a motion, and the motion caused a vibration, and that vibration was light. The darkness, that was in part It's sorrow, fled before and behind that light. Observing what had been done, It was uplifted, and thus It smiled, but this was not enough. Even as It watched, the lingering resonance of It's pain faded, taking the spark of light and hope with it. And agian, It, was alone in the darkness.
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